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Oh my.. It all looks so lovely. To pretty to eat tho. I see why Fantin-Latour immortalized food in his paintings. His work is wonderful. Wonder what he would have done with the Macaron? Besides devour them. ;)

Rouge, passion, and the incontrovertible artistry on display...these are not hints enough? Oh dear PB what does this person live on? Does the reader merely eat for sustenance, and never soar? Poetry and paintings and really red red treats...send them quick, your reader is at risk...of just existing, not giving into bliss.:)All best, Jan

Who is this person that questions our love of Macarons? Is this not an offence that you can be imprisoned for?I know why we love them - the colours and the bubbles in their surface.I actually tasted one not long ago, made by a Michelin Star restaurant in our area - they wouldn't win awards with them but the pistachio colour was to die for.I feel a bit shallow now!

Oui, et rouge est la couleur de l'amour! To question the existence and pursuit of the perfect ethereal macaron, is to question French culture. Macarons are to France what apple pies are to Americans. The nerve of some people. Gros Bisous, Ms. Glaze

I think to love macarons, one must discover them in France, like I did several years ago. Munching on one while walking the streets of Paris is one of the great pleasures of life. (Perhaps the first taste of a macaron must be mixed with Paris air and exhaust fumes???)

PS: of course I am just pistachio or peppermint green. My ONLY nearby French boulangerie and general grocer has been sold to an English outfit and they just CANNOT produce those tartelettes, those meringues, those slices of pissaladier . . . They produce a travesty of the original, sob, sob. Ah, idea! can you persuade a nice Mulot or Fauchon to open another shop. The best road is Great Portland Street, London West One. Thank you.

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♥carol gillott♥

l'Ile Saint Louis, Paris, Ile de France, France

Hi I'm Carol Gillott,
My Mom taught me watercolors at 5. I'm still at it but now tripping over cobblestones on l'Ile Saint-Louis In Paris. Savor Parisbreakfast with a hot chocolate and croissant.
I paint Paris dreams.